5 stitches on the brow, cuts on the nose, cheek, lip, forehead.
No head injuries but the shock wiped out memories.
And I spilled my martini.

This is climbing related, in the sense that I cannot climb for a short while because of this non-climbing related injury. This is not climbing related in the sense that I had a head butting competition with a road.

The way I remember it is as follows:
I woke up standing in the shower, ‘Hmmmmm, why am I here and what’s going on? I think ill pop out and ask anyone what’s happening.’
I get out, dry myself and look in the mirror. My face is replaced with blood.
‘That’s not supposed to be blood. That’s supposed to be my face’
I get dressed and wrap paper towels around my head. At this point I recognize the house is the surf house where I go when my fingers are too sore for climbing.
I get out of the shower and see my two buddies staring at me google eyed.
“oh, sorry guys. Showers free. I think there’s still some hot water left.”
After a quick call to Wonthagi hospital, some mad driving and a bit of a nap, I arrived at a comfortable bed/table, chatting away to a doctor with a strange U.K/German accent. He gave me 5 stitches and then glued up the rest of the damage. I asked him for some drugs but he said he didn’t have anything that could be smoked.

I don’t remember what happened, how it happened or why I was cruzing down the steepest hill of Inverloch on a skateboard at 1:00 in the morning on a Thursday night. But a revisit to the site made me proud that I made it that far, and that I managed to paint the road red. The road may have won the fight but I got a few good punches in.

wow impressive story pity about the martini!!! always good to see ur work!!! hope the wounds heal fast.
it's probably a good thing that u don't remember anything, never sure wat else u could have done!!!!!! climb soon facials never stop much, just the little kids from walking on the same side of the road as u!!!

sounds like your gunna have a sick scar to impress the ladies with. better come up with a way impressive story to increase your luck with the "sympathy factor" or the "im a hell man factor".
Just as a side note im from Wonthaggi area and was wondering if your local as theres no one that i know down here that climbs so its always a struggle to find someone to climb with except my surfing mates that have no fear in the ocean but start peaking at about grade 10.
Just hade a thought, are you the dude that plays guitar and that i might have offered a lift to invy from the pines?
anyway hope you heal soon.

You're not talking about Hillside Avenue are you? If it is, it looks like it hasn't been resurfaced for 25
years, and back then I doubt they even rolled the bitumen nice and smooth. You talk about blood
residue... I'm sure there are chunks of your face embedded in between those gnarly gravel stones.

I certainly am the dude who was goin your way. I’m not quite a Wonthagi resident, but I’ll give you a heads up on the next surf trip if you want to come to the Invi party house or climb at Woolami.

And as for the time I passed out on the way to my tent at the pines:
That was awesome.
I believe my last words were “lets go bouldering” before I woke up to the sound laughter. Hehehe.
To my credit the reason why I passed out that time was because I was following the training schedule outlined in the Grampians selected climbs guidebook.

I think it was Hillside Avenue. And there is a good little splash of blood on it, marking how far I made it. A new record!

dude, nice stack!
there is a time in ones life when riding a skatie down a steep hill and the you start to get ''death wobble's''
your board shakes violently, your legs turn into jelly, you skid left and right untill it builds up to a uncontroled jump off the skatie and into a cheese grate-ing of ones face and genitals on the sidewalk/gutter/road...
ahhhhh, the memories

Indeed. Kinky T is I.
I knew that the “Kinky Toms Bike Shack” T Shirt for a season at Araps would be my downfall

I’m pretty glad that it didn’t occur on the rock. I can imagine how much it would be a hassle to get off the rock without, what’s that thing? Consciousness?
Yeah, I suppose I should invite my climbing helmet on more climbing trips.